My daughter and I have philosophical discussions from time to time.
As I laid with her on Thanksgiving night, she asked me about God and whether he was real. I explained that I KNEW he was, but couldn’t prove it.
When she asked why some don’t believe, I used a movie we recently watched as an example. In the movie, the father was an alcoholic and the mother was a free spirit. Their four children didn’t grow up in the best of circumstances. So I explained that when things are going really wrong, or feel like they’re going really wrong, that some may believe that God isn’t real because he wouldn’t let those bad things happen. Using that example, she could see how such experiences could shape a belief.
She said that she believes that there are pathways that we should or can follow. I agreed. But I also said that the path isn’t always clear and fun and wonderful. I said that I believe the difficult and hard parts of our path are necessary and that we must be willing to see the opportunity in them, to learn from them.
I told her that I believed that God really loved me because He gave her to me. (I tell her all the time that I’m the luckiest mom in the world.) She quizzically asked if I believe if God loves others less. I said no; I believe He loves everyone the same.
I thought that was a phenomenal question. She was rationalizing in her head why God would give me something special (her) rather than to someone else. My response was that all children are gifts, but that she was amazingly perfect for me.
Now that I think on it more, I could have used the analogy of presents. My daughter loves her father and I equally, but gets us different gifts, ones that she believes we'd enjoy based upon our interests.
I believe God loves us all like that. He gives us gifts and puts us on paths that are perfect for our soul development.
I believe deep down that we have journeys identified for our best life. I also believe our challenge is listening to the nudges that move us in that direction.
What do you believe?
Be open to what comes.